No jewel on this planet shall forever shine on me like my diamond, Christopher Crump.
My daughter, Precious Crump.
My pearl.
My world.
Just sittin' here by the end of the curve, thinkin' about Charles Chain smokin' my new
Porsche.
And I really wanna come back home, yeah.
And the world's so cold.
I couldn't sleep last night with my boots on.
Still in the zone.
Eighteen and a half years old without no place to call home.
All alone.
I thought my oldest friend was at home, but I called and called and they won't pick up
the phone.
On my own and I'm just sittin' by the curve, nigga.
That's the word, nigga.
Hidin' in the motherfuckin' clutch of my Trigger.
And I figure if I'm dyin', then I'm dyin' with heart.
If it's a movie, then I'm playin' my part.
From the start, I had love for my homies.
And to the end, I got love for my homies.
Show's love for my homies.
And all the niggas that know me know I'm cool like that.
Get off the loop and act a fool like that.
And I come for real so you can feel me.
Fuck all that other bullshit, cause man, that shit don't thrill me.
Even if it kills me, I'm gon' get my point across.
And ain't no love lost to my niggas in the state.
Didn't payin' the cost.
We took the loss, but it still turns.
That's the world on my shoulders as my foot burns.
I get my turn in the limelight one day.
But as for now, I'm still strugglin', tryin' to make my pay.
And every day, it's the same struggle.
Niggas dyin' for the hustle.
Tryin' hard to use they muscle.
And I'm just sittin' by the edge of the curb.
That's the word.
And I'm screamin' cause I wanna be heard.
And I'm just sittin' by the edge of the curb.
That's the word.
Smokin' on a 20 -sack of herb.
And I'm just sittin' by the edge of the curb.
That's the word.
And I'm screamin' cause I wanna be heard.
And I'm just sittin' by the edge of the curb.
That's the word.
Smokin' on a 20 -sack of herb.
And I'm just sittin' by the edge of the curb.
That's the word.
And I'm screamin' cause I wanna be heard.
Back -to -back chain smokin' my Newports.
Fresh outta court.
Old 21 hun' on child support.
But I hope my kids can understand me.
Daddy's goin' through.
I often roll in stone.
Stressin', havin' less than you.
And I feel the shame.
But baby, that's the game.
I lay my ass right here and die for y 'all and pick the change.
Might sound strange, but I'm feelin' like the pain.
Can't get no worse if it's a curse.
Somebody tell me who's to blame.
My main concern is my two kids and all the habits they're learnin'.
And the choice they make when it's their turn.
It's a long journey.
But keep your head above you.
It's gon' be times when you gon' feel like no one loves you.
No one can judge you but yourself.
And the man that brought you into this play.
And don't want you to see that look on my face.
That I seen on my relly Moppy.
When he died and left us all up in tears.
And ain't cried that long in all of my years.
Swallow your fears.
And learn to play the game by ear.
Be quick to listen.
Slow to speak.
And watch how long you live.
And the more you give.
And the more you gon' receive.
And the more you dab at it.
And the more you gon' achieve.
You better believe it's gon' be ups and downs.
When mom and daddy ain't around.
But this goes on in every town.
So you're not alone.
My diamond and my pearl.
And I sacrifice for my son Chris and my precious little girl.
And the world's so cold.
I'm just sittin' by the edge of the curb.
That's the word.
Smokin' on the 20 sack of herb.
And I'm just sittin' by the edge of the curb.
That's the word.
And I'm screamin' cause I wanna be heard.
And I'm just sittin' by the edge of the curb.
That's the word.
Smokin' on the 20 sack of herb.
And I'm just sittin' by the edge of the curb.
That's the word.
And I'm screamin' cause I wanna be heard.
From time to time I often find myself homeless.
Feel like I'm hopeless.
And I really don't think that I can cope.
Can't keep focus.
When the smoke hits my lungs.
It's like the pain reliever takin' off a ton.
And I tried to run but I keep runnin' outta air.
Plus it helps hide the fact that life is so unfair.
And it ain't nowhere like home but home is in the past.
And for a rolling stone a home will never last.
Who do I ask when I need answers?
The thought of being on our own enchanted.
But as serious as cats.
Streets so cold make a young man feel old.
And I feel so weak that I can't carry off this load.
But I chose this road as I got older.
My nights had gotten colder and colder.
I walked for miles with the world up on my shoulders.
When I was a youngster growin' up in my hood.
Man I thought for the rest of my life that it'd be all good.
And I wish it could but it gets deeper by the year.
And like the average yo I fight amongst my peers.
But I still love them.
Thinkin' back when we first started thug.
Now half the niggas that had it made is either dead or struck.
Can the world get uglier than this?
At night I close my eyes and make a wish.
When I plead to God I tell him this.
Give me the strength to take another step.
Livin' in these days where fearin' life's almost the same as fearin' death.
And the world so cold.
I'm sittin' by the edge of the curve.
That's the word.
Smokin' on the 22nd earth.
And I'm just sittin' by the edge of the curve.
That's the word.
And I'm screamin' cause I wanna be heard.
And I'm just sittin' by the edge of the curve.
That's the word.
Smokin' on the 22nd earth.
And I'm just sittin' by the edge of the curve.
That's the word.
And I'm screamin' cause I wanna be heard.
Heard.
Heard.
Heard.
Heard.
Heard.
Heard.
Heard.
Heard.
Heard.
Heard.
Heard.
That's the word.
Smokin' on the 22nd earth.
That's the word.
that's the word,
Such a drunk on the 22nd,
The word I'm just sitting by the edge of the curb,
that's the word and I'm screaming
cause I want,
to be heard.
And I'll just sit by the edge of the curb,
that's the word,
She's smoking on the 22nd,
the word I'm just sitting by the edge of the curb that's
the word and I'm screaming cause I want,
to be heard.
And I'm just sitting by the edge of the curb,
that's the word.
